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  • Sleep Paralysys, Night Hags, and the Work

    A friend asked me if I thought Sleep Paralysis or the Night Hag experience was greater or worse for people doing the Great Work.

    Starting with the basic cosmology, I believe the world as we know it is filled with spirits that we can’t see. Angels, fallen angels, elementals, and all the spirits of the dead that stick around this side of heaven, you know the drill.

    When we have strong emotions, we put off a certain kind of “energy” that can be sensed in a room or even a house. Some of the spirits we wade through every day can absorb nutrition from these strong emotions, the kind usually triggered by the amygdala.

    In order for the hags to be ble to feed off someone, they’ve got to be going through some kind of emotional duress or stress that has their amygdala working over time. Whatever the clonazepam does in the brain seems to patch this leak up in most people.

    The wandering hag spirit gets the scent of the leak and goes in for a free meal. Like a lamprey, the spirit attaches itself to the leak, and I believe it has something like the anesthetic saliva of a mosquito. this triggers that “I can’t move” effect in the brain, and if we wake up during the attack, we can’t do anything about it.

    As a magician pursues the Work, they’re patching up the holes, and learning new ways to deal with life that slowly eliminate the creation of any new leaks. So there’s less to feed on. We aren’t putting out a banquet every night for every wandering spirit.

    However, in the early stages, and especially during a Tiphareth Initiation, there’s usually a lot of pain involved. The “Gethsemane” experience, I like to call it. Crowley talks about the pain of a Tiphareth initiation in Liber XCV, “The Wake World.”

    “This Sixth House is called the Treasure House of Gold; it’s a most mysterious place as ever you were in. First there’s a tiny, tiny, tiny doorway, you must crawl through on your hands and knees; and even then I scraped ever such a lot of skin off my back; then you have to be nailed on a red board with four arms, with a great gold circle in the middle, and that hurts you dreadfully. Then they make you swear the most solemn things you ever heard of, how you would be faithful to the Fairy Prince, and live for nothing but to know him better and better. So the nails stopped hurting, because, of course, I saw that I was really being married, and this was part of it, and I was as glad as glad;”

    So until you get to the married part, if you haven’t done the Work in the previous spheres, you may have more hag experiences as the skin is scraped on your back.

    Also, as you progress in the Work, you begin to interact with the spirits more, and you get a few that hang around you. They tend to scare away the more aggressive spirits, wake you up before anything can happen, or just beat the shit out of the hungry ghosts that dare to infiltrate your sphere. Depends on the familiars you attract and work with.

  • Sleep Paralysys, Night Hags, and the Work

    A friend asked me if I thought Sleep Paralysis or the Night Hag experience was greater or worse for people doing the Great Work.

    Starting with the basic cosmology, I believe the world as we know it is filled with spirits that we can’t see. Angels, fallen angels, elementals, and all the spirits of the dead that stick around this side of heaven, you know the drill.

    When we have strong emotions, we put off a certain kind of “energy” that can be sensed in a room or even a house. Some of the spirits we wade through every day can absorb nutrition from these strong emotions, the kind usually triggered by the amygdala.

    In order for the hags to be ble to feed off someone, they’ve got to be going through some kind of emotional duress or stress that has their amygdala working over time. Whatever the clonazepam does in the brain seems to patch this leak up in most people.

    The wandering hag spirit gets the scent of the leak and goes in for a free meal. Like a lamprey, the spirit attaches itself to the leak, and I believe it has something like the anesthetic saliva of a mosquito. this triggers that “I can’t move” effect in the brain, and if we wake up during the attack, we can’t do anything about it.

    As a magician pursues the Work, they’re patching up the holes, and learning new ways to deal with life that slowly eliminate the creation of any new leaks. So there’s less to feed on. We aren’t putting out a banquet every night for every wandering spirit.

    However, in the early stages, and especially during a Tiphareth Initiation, there’s usually a lot of pain involved. The “Gethsemane” experience, I like to call it. Crowley talks about the pain of a Tiphareth initiation in Liber XCV, “The Wake World.”

    “This Sixth House is called the Treasure House of Gold; it’s a most mysterious place as ever you were in. First there’s a tiny, tiny, tiny doorway, you must crawl through on your hands and knees; and even then I scraped ever such a lot of skin off my back; then you have to be nailed on a red board with four arms, with a great gold circle in the middle, and that hurts you dreadfully. Then they make you swear the most solemn things you ever heard of, how you would be faithful to the Fairy Prince, and live for nothing but to know him better and better. So the nails stopped hurting, because, of course, I saw that I was really being married, and this was part of it, and I was as glad as glad;”

    So until you get to the married part, if you haven’t done the Work in the previous spheres, you may have more hag experiences as the skin is scraped on your back.

    Also, as you progress in the Work, you begin to interact with the spirits more, and you get a few that hang around you. They tend to scare away the more aggressive spirits, wake you up before anything can happen, or just beat the shit out of the hungry ghosts that dare to infiltrate your sphere. Depends on the familiars you attract and work with.

  • Shem 2

    :sigh:

    Remember I thought I didn’t have to say the Shem angels were Zodiacal in nature?

    Reference this link:

    http://www.esotericarchives.com/agrippa/agripp3b.htm#chap25

    For this quote:

    "seventy two trissyllable names of angels, whereof every one carries the great name of God, as it is written: My Angel shall go before thee; observe him, for my name is in him. And these are those that are set over the seventy two Celestial quinaries"

    There it is. I seem to have missed that little bit at the end the first time I read through. I didn’t realize Agrippa had placed them in the zodiac too. I thought he had no Zodiacal relationship, so I could skip that part of the rituals. Perhaps I’ll have to revisit Ambelain’s and Leitch’s methodologies after all. Rather disappointing, I must say. I hate astrology.

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    We interrupt the regularly scheduled nothing new or magically oriented topics brought to you by Head for the Red for the following important News Item:

  • 4th Pentacle o’ Jupiter

    Ok, so now I’ve scanned the 4th Pentacle of Jupiter I made:


    I also have a digital image I made in “PowerPoint” of all the stupid things. It’s a rough approximation based on colors I have on my pc, fonts I have on my pc, and images I copy-pasted from Joe Peterson’s web site.

    The outermost circle has Muriel and its seal, then the next circle inwards has Jupiter, Tzadqiel, the characters of Jupiter, and the seal of the Archangel. The circle within has the gloria… psalm, and the innermost circle has the symbol from the Key of Solomon. The coloring below is allegedly based on the Picatrix, according to this site.

  • 4th Pentacle o’ Jupiter

    Ok, so now I’ve scanned the 4th Pentacle of Jupiter I made:


    I also have a digital image I made in “PowerPoint” of all the stupid things. It’s a rough approximation based on colors I have on my pc, fonts I have on my pc, and images I copy-pasted from Joe Peterson’s web site.

    The outermost circle has Muriel and its seal, then the next circle inwards has Jupiter, Tzadqiel, the characters of Jupiter, and the seal of the Archangel. The circle within has the gloria… psalm, and the innermost circle has the symbol from the Key of Solomon. The coloring below is allegedly based on the Picatrix, according to this site.

  • 4th Pentacle o’ Jupiter

    Ok, so now I’ve scanned the 4th Pentacle of Jupiter I made:


    I also have a digital image I made in “PowerPoint” of all the stupid things. It’s a rough approximation based on colors I have on my pc, fonts I have on my pc, and images I copy-pasted from Joe Peterson’s web site.

    The outermost circle has Muriel and its seal, then the next circle inwards has Jupiter, Tzadqiel, the characters of Jupiter, and the seal of the Archangel. The circle within has the gloria… psalm, and the innermost circle has the symbol from the Key of Solomon. The coloring below is allegedly based on the Picatrix, according to this site.

  • 4th Pentacle o’ Jupiter

    Ok, so now I’ve scanned the 4th Pentacle of Jupiter I made:


    I also have a digital image I made in “PowerPoint” of all the stupid things. It’s a rough approximation based on colors I have on my pc, fonts I have on my pc, and images I copy-pasted from Joe Peterson’s web site.

    The outermost circle has Muriel and its seal, then the next circle inwards has Jupiter, Tzadqiel, the characters of Jupiter, and the seal of the Archangel. The circle within has the gloria… psalm, and the innermost circle has the symbol from the Key of Solomon. The coloring below is allegedly based on the Picatrix, according to this site.

  • It’s not hate, it’s wrath

    Occupy Wall Street! Meet at Starbucks to Organize!

    FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE.
    Wake the fuck up. We’ve got ten thousand years of history on Wikipedia. Pick a fucking civilization. Any of the ones that have fallen. Look at what happened. Pick another, and tell me what was different. And another. And another. And another.
    Now look at your goddamned “culture.” Look at what you’re protesting FOR. You want the money the rich folks have so you can have that ipad. It’s not fair that THEY get the ipads, or droids, is it? It’s not fair that THEY get the best healthcare, secreted out in the middle of the night for clandestine liver transplants that you or I won’t qualify for unless we’re as rich and famous as Steve Jobs, is it? FUCK NO it isn’t fair!
    Nor has it ever been.
    But what you really want is to get “back” to being able to have whatever you want whenever you want it. You never had that, but shit, it wasn’t as hard as it is now, was it? People had jobs, and houses, and if you went to college, you were guaranteed a career, right? 
    No, not everyone. Not everyone in America, for sure. And remember the rest of the world? Humans from all over the world, 85% of whom make less than $2000 a year. Your life today in America, unemployed, uninsured, moved back in with mommy and daddy, no car, no club money… it’s still magnitudes greater than theirs ever was, or ever will be. Ever. 
    You are a spoiled ass bitchy whiny selfish rotten brat. 
    You mad bro? You should be. At yourself. 
    Here’s the TRVTH. Your life sucks because of who you are, and what you’ve done with it for the last few years. You’ve done the bare minimum, spent way to much, and you’re going to have to suck it up for 50-75 years, if things get better. Might be another Dark Age, who knows? 
    Life’s harder than you thought? Yeah. Wah. Hard to get a job? Yeah. Wah. Had to live with three generations of a single family under one roof when you were making a fortune in comparison before in a home in the suburbs? Wah.
    Hard times hit, and you’re either rolling with the punches, using the cycle to your advantage, or getting ass fucked and crying about it. Or getting the fuck out. 
    You idealists wanting to make the world more fair, look at history. It’s never been fair. You “idealists” aren’t even Idealists. You’re materialists. You want to work as little as possible and have as much as possible. You don’t want to have to grow a garden, can food, cook yourself, work together with other people in the community just to get by, that’s hard. That’s what POOR folk do! 
    Welcome to Humanity, bitches. 
    Feh. 
    You go Occupy with latte in hand!
    I’ll be ruling my kingdom like a King. Responsibly. Wisely. Proactively. Profitably. Aware of my means and living in them. Aware of the environmental impact of so-called conveniences. Keeping my family safe.
    If everyone “occupying” were to do the same, it wouldn’t matter what the bankers were doing. Demanding change from leadership, demanding redistribution of wealth and health is ignoring every other example of that same exact thing for the last ten thousand years. Slaves begging for a new master. 
    Look, it doesn’t matter where you go or what you do when you get there, it matters who you are all the time. Years of indolence and decadence have led to this stage, and it’s a profitable phase of societal breakdown for those with the heart, mind, and willingness to work to take advantage of what they’ve got to work with. All it takes is achieving your potential as a Human.
  • Remembering a Mother-in-law

    My mother-in-law passed away last Monday. It’s been a long week, funeral arrangements to make, two days of viewing the body, and today’s funeral. I had the honor of writing and presenting a eulogy for her at the service today. It went really well. The service was outstanding, and the funeral chapel did a wonderful job with everything. She was a good woman, and I realized at the viewings that she touched so many lives with her goodness.

    At the service, a great Catholic affair, I couldn’t discuss the things about her that meant the most to me personally. She was not an occultist, but she was a believer. One of the ladies that payed her respects was her tarot card reader, who also couldn’t talk about what role she played in my mother-in-law’s life. They had been expecting this for a while.

    My mother-in-law knew of my occult activities. She asked for help with my sister-in-law, and in addressing her needs, I learned a great deal about Bune, the Goetic spirit in my spirit pot, and Michael and Raphael. She saw angels and spirits, and was very aware of the spiritual realm in which we live and move and have our being. We had long talks about the spirit realm, and she always was interested in the things we talked about. It wasn’t like she was just asking to be nice, she really wanted to know what I thought about things. Her respect for me as a magician is something that meant a great deal to me.

    I’ll never forget the things she did for us as a family, and I’ll never forget that she treated me with dignity and respect, even in the realm of . We had our differences, but before she died we were at peace. The last thing she told me was that she was proud of me, and thanked God for my presence in her daughter’s life.

    The neat thing is, I know she’s still with us. When she was younger, she had a vision of an angel wearing a robe with two patches, one over her gall bladder, and one over her liver. For years she wondered what the patches represented. She passed away during a liver transplant surgery from an obscure liver disorder. They discovered it while removing her gall bladder. We’ve figured out the “angel” she saw that day was her own spirit, ministering peace to herself. she drew a picture of that angel the day she saw it, and everyone has commented on the “family resemblance,” some thinking it was her mother, others her father. No one had thought it might have been her.

    We’re looking forward to keeping in touch with her until we have a chance to join her.